This Is Who You Serve
On da highest peak
Is shinin like a star,
Ain't got friends but
Got expensive cars
With past wounds
Got deep scars,
This is my day and
This is my time,
This is my way and
This is my rhyme,
This is my chance to
Take the crown,
And spread my reign in
All around,
Rrrrrrr,
I'mma hype girl,I'mma psych girl
I'mma dangerous kind of
That type girl
And I got a hard-core rap lit on my freaking tri-side girl
I'mma guide chick,
I'm so right girl
If you wanna ride that,it a bike girl
I go for hard kills
If you ain't wanna be ripe girl
But if you do so
Let me call that ain't got enough of that sight girl
My type got my height
But he's he's hip lick bright type
Why you reason me,
Why you reson me?
If you ain't got a word,
Then why you teasing me?
If you hate me that much,
Then why you be me?
Cause you know you jealous,
And that's why you seizin me,
Body like a slender man but I ain't being a demon,
ONI lives all in me but I'm not a freeman,
I'mma still convinced but still he ain't relieving,
Got triside as three-piece but he ain't believing,
Beat,beat on move
And beat cheat on shoot,
Got money bag with money swag
And I ain't being a bit rude,
Got style and load pics on
When my side kick hits on,
Cause that side kick psych
And rap part is again on,
I'mma hype girl,
I'mma psych girl
I'mma dangerous kind of
That type girl
Cause I got a hard-core rap lit on my freaking tri-side girl
I'mma guide chick,
I'm so right girl
If you wanna ride it like a bike girl
I go for hard kills if you ain't wanna be ripe girl
But if you do so
Let me call that
Ain't got enough of that sight girl
My type got my height
But he's hip lick bright type
Why you reason me,
Why you reson me?
If you ain't got a word,
Then why you teasing me?
If you hate me that much,
Then why you be me?
Cause you know that you jealous,
And that's why you seizin me,
Haha,
This is who you serve,
And still you can't just be one,
Always pushin pens
But still can't just like me one,
Just cannot be like me one,
Got yourself all dressed like
You're eating all my savior,
Gotta be that kind of
Man who's is Kinda failure,
Don't wanna be a loser
But you gotta have misbehavior,
Ain't wanna be your lackey but wanna be gladiator,
Bright type is bright side
And I'm like a king of my stan
Wanna be an old dig but ain't in a bin ain't like your old friend
Is shinin like a star,
Ain't got friends but
Got expensive cars
With past wounds
Got deep scars,
This is my day and
This is my time,
This is my way and
This is my rhyme,
This is my chance to
Take the crown,
And spread my reign in
All around,
Rrrrrrr,
I'mma hype girl,I'mma psych girl
I'mma dangerous kind of
That type girl
And I got a hard-core rap lit on my freaking tri-side girl
I'mma guide chick,
I'm so right girl
If you wanna ride that,it a bike girl
I go for hard kills
If you ain't wanna be ripe girl
But if you do so
Let me call that ain't got enough of that sight girl
My type got my height
But he's he's hip lick bright type
Why you reason me,
Why you reson me?
If you ain't got a word,
Then why you teasing me?
If you hate me that much,
Then why you be me?
Cause you know you jealous,
And that's why you seizin me,
Body like a slender man but I ain't being a demon,
ONI lives all in me but I'm not a freeman,
I'mma still convinced but still he ain't relieving,
Got triside as three-piece but he ain't believing,
Beat,beat on move
And beat cheat on shoot,
Got money bag with money swag
And I ain't being a bit rude,
Got style and load pics on
When my side kick hits on,
Cause that side kick psych
And rap part is again on,
I'mma hype girl,
I'mma psych girl
I'mma dangerous kind of
That type girl
Cause I got a hard-core rap lit on my freaking tri-side girl
I'mma guide chick,
I'm so right girl
If you wanna ride it like a bike girl
I go for hard kills if you ain't wanna be ripe girl
But if you do so
Let me call that
Ain't got enough of that sight girl
My type got my height
But he's hip lick bright type
Why you reason me,
Why you reson me?
If you ain't got a word,
Then why you teasing me?
If you hate me that much,
Then why you be me?
Cause you know that you jealous,
And that's why you seizin me,
Haha,
This is who you serve,
And still you can't just be one,
Always pushin pens
But still can't just like me one,
Just cannot be like me one,
Got yourself all dressed like
You're eating all my savior,
Gotta be that kind of
Man who's is Kinda failure,
Don't wanna be a loser
But you gotta have misbehavior,
Ain't wanna be your lackey but wanna be gladiator,
Bright type is bright side
And I'm like a king of my stan
Wanna be an old dig but ain't in a bin ain't like your old friend
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Writer(s): Jeffi J
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